However, there was no trace of joy on the face of the scholar in Tsing Yi.
There is no other reason for this.
Because he only felt that his strength was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, and nothing remained.
What?!
Feeling this, he exclaimed in shock.
He never expected it at this time.
The power of this move will dissipate so cleanly!
What's even more shocking is.
This method of dissipating power and dissipating energy is actually very similar to the one I use!
Could it be that he is the person in front of him?
Born in a demon sect!?
"hey-hey…"
Just when he was shocked, Wang Ye chuckled: "You wouldn't think..."
"You are the only one who knows how to resolve this power, right?"
"This is too disrespectful!"
!!!
Hearing such words, the Tsing Yi scribe raised his head again.
But he saw Wang Ye looking straight at him with eyes full of teasing!
Seeing Wang Ye's smile like this, the scholar in Tsing Yi was greatly shocked.
Subconsciously, he destroyed his energy and energy and frequently used moves.
A series of magic martial arts moves bloom like flowers.
They stormed towards Wangye.
However.
Before he could push these moves to their peak, Wang Ye stopped him midway.
Not only that.
Wang Ye knew the key points of every move just right.
It was at this moment when the green-robed scribe was about to let go of his strength and wanted to vomit.
This way.
The scribe in Tsing Yi looks like he has all kinds of tricks, but in fact he is extremely frustrated and miserable.
"how so?"
At this time, the Tsing Yi scribe was secretly surprised: "Why does he hit the key point of my moves just right every time?"
"Who is this person?"
Just as he was thinking.
Wang Ye's voice came faintly: "How dare you be distracted when facing the enemy?"
"Do you think your life is too long?"
!!!
Hearing such words, the Tsing Yi scribe was horrified.
When he came back to his senses, he saw a sudden chill in the area around Wang Ye's left palm.
When he turned his palm, heat burst out.
The rotation of the two qi is like the rotation of yin and yang, twisting into a ball.
It slammed into the chest of the scribe in green!
boom!
Only a dull loud noise was heard.
The protective aura of the scribe in green suddenly shattered, and Wang Yewu Zhu's palm force drove straight into it.
His body was sent flying upside down, and he was being carried headlong into the artificial lake on the side.
In an instant, a column of water rose into the sky, and the rockery in the lake collapsed.
Thousands of water splashes poured down.
It’s like it’s raining heavily!
Wow!
As the water splashed down, the Tsing Yi scribe jumped directly out of the water.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
There was a hint of horror in Wang Ye's eyes.
That palm just now really hurt him!
"Um?"
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye frowned, showing a hint of surprise.
This scholar in Tsing Yi ate his own palm alive from the front.
He can still stand up.
"interesting…"
Thinking of this, Wang Ye said: "It seems that you want me to be much more powerful than you thought..."
"However, I still can't get on the stage!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye took a step forward and used his palm force to strike out.
Buzz!
In an instant, the rolling force surged up.
It was like a sea wave rushing towards the Tsing Yi scribe.
Before the force of his palm could be reached, his cheek was already painful from the pressure!
See the palm power coming.
This blue-robed scribe has a brilliant look and his long sleeves are waving horizontally.
Suddenly a breeze blew up.
Like the autumn wind outside the Great Wall, blowing by.
He wanted to eliminate Wang Ye's palm force.
"If you can learn how to cool down evil spirits, you have a talent!"
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye nodded and said, "It's a pity that there aren't many!"
"The cool breeze can only transform evil spirits into its own shape!"
"I am the authentic one!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye's body moved.
call!
Suddenly a breeze blew up.
This breeze is extremely warm and gentle.
The hair could only be blown by the wind.
However, as soon as the breeze came out, the Qingyi scribe's breeze suddenly disappeared.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The cool breeze turns evil spirits into nothingness!
What?!
Seeing this, the Qingyi scribe was stunned.
He never imagined that he would spend many years studying this technique in isolation.
The first time I used it this time, Wang Ye was completely dissipated in front of me!
Not only that.
There is no breeze that can dispel the evil spirit and eliminate the power of the palm.
Wang Ye's rolling palm force came towards him, impartially, and hit the chest of the scribe in green!
boom!
There was only a muffled sound, and the power of Wang Ye Gungun's palm remained unabated, imprinting on his chest.
His body was shaken violently and blood spurted out.
Like a kite with its string cut off, it flew backwards.
But that's the case.
Wang Ye still had no intention of giving up.
He followed him like a shadow, pressed forward, and directly followed the scribe in blue.
At this time, the scholar in Tsing Yi was injured and in pain. He was about to twist his body and fall to the ground.
Suddenly I saw a bad wind coming towards me.
When he raised his eyes again, Wang Ye was already attacking him!
If you look carefully, the moves used by Wang Ye are none other than others.
It's the devil's hand!
"Great Heavenly Demon Hand?!"
Seeing this, the Tsing Yi scribe said in surprise.
"wrong!"
Wang Ye grinned and said, "It's the authentic Great Heavenly Demon Shou!"
"Compared to your half-baked martial arts skills..."
"Today I will show you what the orthodox holy teachings are!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye's strength was even stronger.
The demonic energy rolled out from the devil's hand and rushed straight into his chest!
Seeing this scene, the scholar in Tsing Yi gritted his teeth.
He pushed the Earth-shaking Great Reincarnation Seal to the extreme, and pushed his palms horizontally, dissipating most of the strength of Wang Ye's demonic hand.
But that's the case.
The billowing demonic energy rushed towards his face, causing the essence and blood in his body to surge.
He couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood again.
At the same time, he stared at Wang Ye with a hint of horror in his eyes.
Know all kinds of demonic martial arts...
He can also use the devil's hand and the breeze to transform evil spirits...
Call the Demonic Cult the Holy Cult.
There is only one person who can do this!
That is the Holy King!
Thinking of this, the Tsing Yi scribe exclaimed: "Are you a holy king?!"
"so smart!"
Hearing this, Wang Ye grinned: "You'll hit the mark once you guess it!"
"As a reward, I'll let you see what the authentic Da Ni Heart Killing Palm is!"
At this point, Wang Ye's palms surged with black and red energy.
His whole palm turned over and he pushed horizontally again.
Only a black and red palm force rolled out and hit his chest directly!
puff!
In an instant, blood spurted out from the mouth of the scribe in green, and his body flew backwards like a cannonball.
While flying backwards.
He only felt an excruciating pain all over his body, as if he was about to fall apart.
At the same time, he thought secretly in his heart: "This person is the Holy King of the past, with extremely powerful skills..."
"It would be unwise for me to fight him head-on..."
"Let's run away first!"
As he spoke, he forced down the various pain points in his body and the surging blood essence.
Using the power of his palms, he jumped up high and flew towards the outside of the city!
"Want to leave!?"
Seeing this, Wang Ye sneered: "If you can escape from me today..."
"Write my character "王" horizontally!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye's body flew up and chased after the scribe in blue.